#AmericanWriters
You gotta wake up every mornin’, t… kitchen cook me great T-bone steak Serve it to me in bed go down the… bring me back all the money you ma… You gotta rub my body with sweet s…
She fumbles and stumbles And falls down the stairs, Makes love to the leg of the dinin… She’s ready for animals, women or… She’s doing Quaaludes again.
Small as a peanut, Big as a giant, We’re all the same size When we turn off the light Rich as a sultan,
No– I did not take a nap – The nap– took– me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads
The Moon she is a pretty girl who… And that old cloud he’s a great ol… He loves her from afar When Lady Moon smiles down on him… So he starts to sing to her and th…
Hey dragged up my holly and I pul… Hey rig down the road I tore 'em… I wheeled right in them swinging d… Out through the window with half o… Everybody stopped and roared here…
The baby bat Screamed out in fright, 'Turn on the dark, I’m afraid of the light.'
In a pad with no heat, up on Sull… The last of the hipsters lay dyin’… Wearin’ his shades, so like no one… Like whether or not he was cryin’. All the junkies and loners
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early… And catch the worm for your breakf… If you’re a bird, be an early earl… But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
1 little monkey was goin’ 2 the store when he saw a banana 3 he’d never climbed be4. By 5 o’clock that evenin’
Fell asleep last night with the T… Oh, what a dream I had. Dreamed I went and answered ev’ry… One of those late night mail order… Then four to six weeks later,
There’s an eyeball in the gumbal… Right there between the red and th… Lookin’ at me as if to say, 'You don’t need anymore gum to…
Oh they won’t let us show it at th… They think we’re gonna grab it if… And they won’t let us show it at t… But you can show it in your parlor… You can show it at a party with yo…
I’ve sung my songs on dusty roads… To sweatin’ hard eyed brakemen, in… I’ve sung in blue wall papered roo… Now Mama…I’ll sing one song for y… Mama let me tell you that I’ve ne…
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…